Chapter 64 A Veritable Mission Machine
After two days away, he still looks young when he returns.
It was already late at night when Lu Mingfei landed.
In the car, he carefully studied the structure of the Frigga bullet. After arriving in Yichang, he used the tools at hand to remove all the special anesthetic bullets, disguised them as handicrafts, and had them delivered the next day by courier.
He then disassembled the empty gun magazine into parts and discarded them along with the messy equipment on his body in a good feng shui location. Only then did he leisurely check the time to buy the ticket and board the plane as quickly as possible.
He hadn't rested all day and his body and mind were exhausted to the extreme. He only dared to have a good sleep on the plane to restore some blood and mana.
I don’t know if it was because of the high-altitude turbulence that caused the plane to be bumpy during the flight or what, but his sleep was not good anyway.
Even though the dream was blank and not a single image passed by, my heart was still troubled by an inexplicable irritability.
In his deep dreams, there was always a strange and indescribable knocking sound lingering around him. The sound seemed to come from a deep place, echoing in his ears for a long time.
It felt like someone imprisoned behind an indestructible iron door, punching with all his might, trying to penetrate the thick barrier and evoke a trace of echo from the world outside the door.
However, although Lu Mingfei, who was wandering outside the door, keenly captured the urgent and continuous knocking signals from inside the door, he himself felt like he was in a fog. He could neither find the location of the invisible door nor see who in the world behind the door was craving for a response.
The incessant knocking sound that pierced his soul eventually turned into waves of noise that gave him a splitting headache, entangled him like a blue and silver entanglement.
Fortunately, halfway through the journey, the knocking on the door finally stopped.
It seemed that the person inside the door had realized that his shouting could not penetrate the invisible door, and chose to give up in vain.
After the plane landed, Lu Mingfei walked out of the airport carrying his bag, which had become much thinner. A man in a suit, dressed like a secretary, came to meet him and led him into a business Mercedes.
Before boarding the plane, Lu Mingfei called Su Xiaoqiang and asked her to send a driver to pick him up.
This action would undoubtedly attract the attention of Su Xiaoqiang's father, who would suspect that his little cabbage was being targeted by a wild boar outside, but Lu Mingfei couldn't care less at this time.
His worldview collapsed, and the thoughts in his mind became complete delusions. The fact that he didn't explode on the spot was a result of the twenty-eight years of training he had in his previous life.
After knowing that there is a legendary creature called dragon hidden in the world, and there is a group of people who are fighting against it to the death.
The only thought in Lu Mingfei’s mind was to find his wife as soon as possible and protect her with all his strength.
If it weren't for the barriers of time and space, he would have wanted to ask Su Xiaoqiang's father to arrange an illegal channel to load the goods into a container and ship them to France.
Now he only hopes that his wife and brother-in-law are still in France. Even if they have left, they will leave some clues for people to find, and not disappear without a trace like the Xia brothers and sisters. Even the neighbors in the same community said they didn't know there was such a family.
Otherwise, he would really go crazy.
Oh, yes, and there is Old Tang!
Lu Mingfei turned on his phone and logged into QQ to ask where Lao Tang was, but his profile picture was gray. Friends in the Star Channel game group also said that Lao Tang had not shown up for a whole day and night.
I politely asked Su Xiaoqiang's secretary to borrow his mobile phone with international roaming to call Lao Tang, but the call still didn't go through.
Apparently, while Lu Mingfei was busy looking for the Considine family, Old Tang had already gone to be his bounty hunter.
"Damn it, why didn't I think of asking Guderian before if there are any hybrids with words that can make them immune to curses when robbing graves."
After hitting his thigh hard, Lu Mingfei felt a little sorry for Old Tang.
At that time, I was so busy deconstructing and reshaping the worldview that I forgot to ask such an important question.
Old Tang said that he was immune to the curses of supernatural events, so he was most likely a mixed-race and had awakened some kind of divine protection.
But now we don’t know whether the owners of the tombs he had robbed before were dragons or their servants.
Just like the game setting, the effectiveness of a curse also depends on the strength of the caster.
What if Old Tang was just lucky enough not to encounter a real dragon before, so he was able to walk safely on the shaky bridge until now? But what if he encounters a real dragon during his next tomb exploration? Not to mention how strange and powerful the real dragons are, the corpse guards guarding the dragon tomb alone are enough to make them drink a pot.
Maybe mixed-bloods have stronger physical fitness than ordinary people, but with Old Tang's small physique, how strong can he be?
Having personally witnessed those corpse guards jumping three meters high, being able to break tree trunks as thick as thighs with one claw, and having terrifying bodies that could face hail of bullets without retreating and need to be hit in key parts to break through, Lu Mingfei felt that if Old Tang encountered the corpse guards, he would most likely become Nohara Rin or Ace.
The difference lies in whether the hand passes through the chest from the front or from the back.
"What a fucking shit world!"
Cursing under his breath, Lu Mingfei returned the phone to the secretary. Regardless of the other party's curious and confused gaze, he sat in the back seat, frowned and continued to look at his phone.
He was in a hurry to contact Lao Tang just now, and he ignored a message from a new friend.
Murasame: "Hello, Lu Mingfei."
When the message was sent, Lu Mingfei happened to be checking in and boarding the plane, and his phone was turned off as required so he didn't see it.
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"I'm in my hometown, just got off the plane." Lu Mingfei skipped the insignificant greetings and went straight to the point.
…
"Zihang, there is new news."
Far away on the other side of the ocean, a black-haired young man who was sparring with someone in a kendo hall struck a sword at the secretary of the Lionheart Society and raised his hand to signal that they would stay here for the time being.
Amid the enthusiastic and admiring applause of the Lionheart Club members, the freshman who had already reserved the seat of the next Lionheart Club president walked down the stage and took the phone from a pretty girl with short black hair.
"Thanks."
The young man's voice was as cold as his expression. His "thank you" sounded like an ice effect, but the pretty girl didn't seem to notice it. She smiled softly and said, "Don't be so polite. Did you know this S-level freshman in China? Nono came back yesterday and complained a lot. I've never seen her so angry before."
"I have some impression of him, but we have never spoken." Chu Zihang shook his head. He said he had some impression of him, but in fact he had a very deep impression of that junior who always looked optimistic and seemed not to care about anything.
After all, on the day when he first tried to contact the other party, something happened that left him with a deep impression and he would never be able to let it go until his death.
So much so that everything that happened that day and that night was deeply imprinted in his brain.
This naturally included the embarrassed figure who had no one to pick him up and finally rushed into the heavy rain alone.
"I heard from Nuonuo that he admires you very much, just like them." The beautiful girl glanced at the Lionheart Club members surrounding the ring, and a smile of pride appeared on the corner of her mouth.
In the Lionheart Club where strength is respected, Chu Zihang's ability to have such a high status and reputation is all earned through hard work.
Although he is only a freshman, he has a long list of impressive achievements.
In less than a year, the number of tasks completed is almost catching up with the amount of tasks completed by the current president of the Lionheart Club in three years. It is a veritable task machine.
But at this moment, this guy who always had a cold face and seemed to suffer from permanent facial paralysis showed some surprise that was beyond words.
Chu Zihang looked at the screen of his mobile phone, which displayed this message: "You know what Kassel College does, right?"
(End of this chapter)